Wild Canadien Goose Chase

 

               

Here Comes Everybody. It' always seems to be Finnegan's Wake somewhere around First Ave. Without the Irish and St. Patrick's Day there would no high Minn Finn holy day St. Urho's Day. I know I'm on the wrong holiday in the sun. The Turkey is already basting it's gruesome. Some animals must have evolved into being desirable for sacrifice and cold cuts. Why would you have a succulent body of meat appealing to most carnivores? Is there some advantage to being the target of consumption? Being consumed by the hungry gods makes you part of them. The joy of being inside of them and knowing that you keep them sustained, even though the bastard ripped out your feathers. For some reason I have never tried doing any calligraphy with a feather quill. I've held one that was prepared for calligraphy and illumination at The Minnesota Center For Book Arts. It had been hardened, and the tip was sliced to perfection with a knife, the plume was trimmed so as not to tickle the nose of the scribe as the ink was bled across the page. I'm more of a stone age pagan scientist who hangs out with medieval monks somewhere in the robot century. We make it work. Since we are all drunk on some kind of coping device. For me it is imbibing the Internet, books, and music, and TV when it begs. TV gets the neglect sometimes. It is an old member of the family sitting in the rocking chair set in it's ways. I turn it on and off, sometimes just for background noise, and the overwhelming amount of options. I have screen fatigue and sometimes looking at text as I type is about all I can handle. It's not the TV's fault, my eyes are just exhausted and burnt-out from the flashing images and cut-up method. I prefer to watch movies on the big screen, but the switch to Ai production of movies has led me to want to watch less of them. With all of my occasional abrasiveness I do actually enjoy the presence of my fellow humans. Maybe I should just vote with my money and spend it on concerts and live theater. My media wife is over in Euro somewhere doing whatever she wants, and I am over here test driving the Internet off-road on the worst fiber optic highways I can find. If this connection breaks, I'm going to be in serious trouble and have a lot of explaining to do when I get back to our home site. She'll probably be so mad she will liberate me from house work and coax me into playing more videogames again. They are so realistic now, and blending into the real world. I'm glad I have a library for a sanctuary and I am hyper-literate in today's essential moment.